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      February 25, 2014Courtney DavisDiagnosis HIV

      I don’t know why I always say
      what I think she wants me to say
      when she asks if this infection—
      these sores, these lesions, this bad prognosis—
      is the result of love she made
      with the man now her husband
      or could it have been another man
      and does this infection prove
      that she is bad, something she’s
      suspected all along,
      or maybe it was just bad luck
      or could it be, she asks me, punishment
      for the way she beat her children
      telling them shut up, shut up,
      and wouldn’t it be better, she asks
      if she herself was never born,
      her own mother on the streets
      like a forecast of her life?—
      but then she says, Still,
      I want to live; I’ve learned my lesson,
      and isn’t my whole life about to change?

      and every time she asks
      I always say
      Yes, yes, I’m absolutely sure it will.

      from #28 - Winter 2007